Auschwitz: The Forgotten Evidence

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Sam.

How much time did you spend at

the dresser compared to last week?

-Less.

-How much less?

I don't know exactly.

You wanna make a guess,

roughly, for the week?

Oh, not even an hour a day.

And...

...how long has it been now,

since your loss?

You're hoping I guess again,

aren't you?

How long?

Fourteen months, six days.

I can tell you what time it was, down

to the hour and minute if you want.

I can't help it.

It's all right.

It's just a memory doing its job.

-Hello?

-Hey, what are you doing?

I'm just running out the door. I'm late

for my appointment with Munce.

Listen, I was thinking maybe

we could go out to dinner tonight.

I don't know. I think l'd

rather stay home. I'm sorry.

All right, well, that's fine.

I'll cook something fancy.

No, no, no.

It's too much for you.

No, I want to.

Jim, I want to, okay?

-Hey, Eliot.

-I miss you, sweetie.

-Where have you been?

-I know. I haven't called.

Don't be silly. I didn't mean it like that.

We haven't hung out in a while.

-Give me a call, we'll do something.

-I'd love to. Bye.

You need some help?

I parked my car here.

Right here, last night.

What kind of car is it?

Red Volvo.

Thanks.

I forget all the time.

Jim says I have a death grip

on the past.

How are you getting along?

Did you fight at all this week?

Jim doesn't fight. He negotiates.

Are you comfortable physically?

How's the sex?

How would you feel

if I asked you that question?

How's the sex with Mrs. Munce?

Would you answer?

Yes, but I'd have to

charge you more.

-What's wrong?

-l-- I had my coffee.

No, not today.

No, I just had some.

I offered, but you said no this time.

Last time, you had a cup.

Memory slips.

I didn't forget.

I can still taste the coffee.

You....

You smell my coffee, and you

manufacture a memory, a taste.

That's all.

You do hang on hard.

Sometimes the mind...

...needs help in letting a thing go.

You expect me to let go of my son?

You think you amplify

some of these memories of Sam?

Add to them?

No.

Why would l?

Hey. What's the occasion?

You going back to work.

-I think it's great.

-It's just a freelance edit job.

-Not even sure I wanna do it.

-I think you should do it.

It could be great for you.

What's the book?

Psychotic Women and the Men

Who Love Them.

No, I'm kidding.

It's a children's book.

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let me get the nice glasses

your mother gave us. Okay?

-Speaking of psychotics.

-Yeah.

What kind of a kids' book is it?

What have you done, Jim?

-What?

-What have you done?

-Telly.

-Why'd you change the picture?

-I didn't change anything.

-Think this helps? Taking him away?

-Calm down.

-I want the picture of the three of us.

What did you think, that l

wouldn't notice? I wouldn't care?

I come here hoping

to meet other swingers.

You're the first one.

We know each other. I'm Telly.

Remember? Telly Paretta.

Sam's mom?

We're all tired of condolences,

but I miss Lauren too.

Well, I'm....

I'm done for the night, so I gotta go.

You don't remember me.

-Sure. You want my swing?

-No.

Do you want to come home

with me?

-Just live over there.

-Good night, Ash.

You do know me.

That's why you won't

come home with me.

Jim.

Please don't ask me to let go.

Jim.

Mom, look.

Hurry up, Mom.

-There's your plane.

-Yeah, I know.

Sam.

Jim Paretta, please.

Yeah, I'll take the voice mail.

I can't--

I can't believe what you did

with the book and....

And I was so good...

...with the photos and the lock.

You still....

Do you want to make me hate you?

Do you want to make me hate you?

Please, oh, please.

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